#lashadow

Lower me down to the ground below Don’t throw roses there beauty is a lie Don’t send me prayers, or even think to cry Just remember what the devils said Love and romance are dead Love and romance are dead

What if I were Romeo in black jeans What if i was Heathcliff its no myth Michael Penn -No Myth

My eyes open And I’m at home But the doors are locked and barred The sky is a ruby hue The ground matches it too Everything engulfed in deathly colors I can’t escape outside So i wait for my jailer To release me from inside

We stood brave and tall A generation of youth Lined , called and roared at the call For a union jack that forgot us all Take the hill that no one can We took it swifter then any man Us the proud sons of Newfoundland Go to your early grave On stomach against machine gun fire Scraping and opening to barbed wire Thin the roll call And go home and never forget Beaumount-Hamel You fought and died Cannon fodder for a battle Only a handful would survive Payed our debts,lost our sons No longer needed So cut free No longer under king and queen Left alone to fend With a generation of men dead

One quick incision To remove a fragile fallacy One pull and out it comes Empathy becomes apathy Sympathy becomes mocking Love turns into indifference To be the beast with no heart the king of the damned No worry of others No wanting of anything Stumble into a new age One for your plastic crown To damn all To save all With a yes or no But you just shrug And let the madness reign To be the king of cold Watch the world freeze And damn yourself to death No cries or smiles Just a hollow look One quick incision And it all ends one little cut And the king is dead 

One for wonder Two for worry Three for fear Four for freezing Five for paralyzing Six for the flock Seven for a world where everything stopped.

Sums up a lot of us hopeless romantics.